"Hello, hello? Does anybody hear me? I have been swallowed by the monster of love. Only a trap. I am stumbling Upon a crumbling muddy ground. He lured me into his golden prison. And now I can only see the heart of darkness Within his shiny home. Help me! Help me! Help me!"
"This place where I live is your nest. Come, my precious jewel, My ingenuous maid. I'll keep you safe."
A bronze tower, an ornate door And a gentle smile can hide A mellow trap for a daisy, And an unconscious blood thirst.
"Her hair are like strings! I could use to make ropes To hang my opponents. Her skin is so soft to my fingers! So it could be under my feet, Once on the floor..."
She passed through the threshold With chills running through her spine. His host was always staring at her With his yellow dilated pupils And his sharp nails closed on her hip. She was trapped.
"Her green eyes, they're like orbs! I'll never let her close her eyelids, And I'll use her clear-sightedness at my will! I'll cherish her and extract the light out of her. It must be such a burden!"
The floor of the lobby was clustered With debris of the broken roof. Tiles got pulled out of their pitch And tangled with ivy. A smell of rot was gliding in the air.
"He keeps saying that he loves me. But how could he? He doesn't know me... He only captured me thinking his quilted carriage Would bring me to my landscape of happiness, To my true love... But here I am. Trapped in chains. He would say he did that out of love. But how could he do that to me? He is always smiling with his glimming eyes. But can't he see? His actions are evil...
"Here is the lounge my dove! Look at this tapestry: This is a gift for you, darling. It's filled with flowers and singing birds. You could be dancing in it. Yes, you could..."
He let his needle out And sew the hanging on her shoulders.
"Come and see your bedroom! This is you four-poster bed. I circled it with red velvet curtains And flowers tied with ribbons. Now, let's please ourselves!"
He lied her on the bed And made her shed tears over the thorny roses.
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